A/N: We'd like to thank everyone for their comments, support and speculation on the characters and plot direction. This is the last chapter. However, we've pulled up the sequel and have started editing. We should have the new story up soon! It's going to have more of Eeth in it, too… We hope you all enjoy!

After having left the open sparring session, Kade splashed some water on his face and freshened up, not that the session had challenged him all that much. Still, he didn't want to look like he'd done more than have lunch with his friends. "I'm back," he called upon entering their quarters, having sensed Drex's presence. He made a beeline for the cooler as he did every afternoon and took out a frozen juice box. He hadn't eaten much of his lunch, after all.

"So I noticed," Drex said neutrally, emerging from his room where he had just finished a comm call. "Come here, please." He was standing in the middle of the common room, arms folded across his chest. He did not look happy – and that was saying something, for Drex rarely projected anything but calmness and serenity, even when he was being stern.

If the tone of voice wasn't enough to clue the boy in, the expression on his master's face and staunch posture sure did. Kaden swallowed and fumbled the frozen fruit drink. He was quick to pull himself together, though, because logic told him that the chances of Drex finding out at all, let alone this quickly, were remote at best. "Is something wrong, did something happen?" he enquired.

"Stop this," Drex said. He did not say it all that sharply, but he managed to sound very stern nonetheless. "You know exactly what happened and I know it, too. Was there anything unclear about my instructions concerning your use of a saber during these two weeks?"

The kid's jaw practically hit the floor and his expression said it all.

Fuck!

There was a very long pause before he managed a rather shocked sounding: "No."

"I didn't think so," Drex said coolly. "What possessed you, then, to not only use one, but take part in a sparring session as well?"

He wanted to say that he didn't know, because, well, Force, he wasn't sure he was going to be able to explain. Unfortunately, he also knew that an answer like that would most likely end with him meditating until he did know, so the boy ploughed ahead. "I… it's kinda complicated," he stammered, then, upon seeing the expression on his master's face, decided to attempt elaborating. "I saw the class yesterday and it looked like fun. At first I was planning to join, but then I decided it wasn't right so I would just watch instead. When I arrived Jin Dai was there and I remembered how amazing she was, and she really is incredible, I've never sparred with someone like her before!" He paused for a moment to clear his throat. "I didn't care about sparring with the others. I was just hoping to get a few minutes with her, but she was too busy, so I left. That's all."

"And while you were waiting for her to be less busy than she was, you sparred with any number of other people," Drex stated flatly. "Let's suppose she would have had time for you, though. Would that have made your actions any less disobedient?"

"But…" Kade blew out a sigh and frowned at the floor. "No." He wanted to argue that he was supervised by a Jedi master, and not just any Jedi master, but Jin-Dai, one of Drex's personal friends. Oh! His mistake had just hit him like a tonne of bricks; of course Jin-Dai would make mention of seeing him at her class; she and Drex were friends. He was an idiot!

"No," Drex agreed. "Disobedience is unacceptable. Disobedience concerning a punishment that has been meted out for your correction is doubly unacceptable. For a start, this will mean that your time without a saber will be doubled. Two more weeks, after the first two are over. Now go to my refresher and fetch me my hairbrush. We will talk about the rest of your punishment after you have taken the sound spanking you deserve for this."

Another two weeks! Surely he's not serious! the boy thought. One look at the now imposing-looking Hrakian told him that he was.

Horrified into silence, he backed into his master's bedroom and stood in the refresher door, stalling for time. Like most things in their apartment, everything in here had a place. The toothbrush, soap, shampoo bottles and, unfortunately Drex's hairbrush were always in the same spot and easy to find. He picked up the weapon that his master called a 'hairbrush' and cringed at the weight; he had never been able to look at the thing quite the same after Drex had whaled him with it.

Reluctantly, he re-entered their common room to find Drex still standing, arms crossed and looking decidedly displeased. The boy felt a pang of guilt, and despite desperately wanting to beg the man for an alternative, he didn't. Instead, he swallowed, slid a chair from the dining room and positioned it in the exact place Drex had used the first time he'd gotten spanked. With shaky hands he began to loosen the knot in his pants. Typically he could do this with his eyes shut in a split second, yet today he was struggling for obvious reasons. He had no idea if this was how his master planned to do this, but felt that a show of acceptance couldn't hurt because…. well, what was about to go down was sure going to.

Drex had a fair sense of what Kade was doing. Well, at least he showed acceptance of his punishment now although he would have done himself a big favour if he had managed to avoid earning punishment altogether.

"Waiting for a few more days wouldn't have hurt," he told Kade tersely, sitting down on the chair. "This will. Get over my lap."

He was not angry; he never really was. He was, however, extremely determined to put a stop to the kind of behavior Kade had displayed today. This punishment was going to be memorable, and there would be more of it to come.

Kade stiffened slightly at the order, then swallowed at the comment that followed. Yes, this was going to hurt, especially with the bat his master tried passing off as a personal grooming accoutrement… What he wanted was to go back in time and redo the day; if only time travel were among his options.

He yanked down his pants, baring his bottom, and then he paused. Force, he hated doing this it was just downright awkward for a boy of his build. Sure he wasn't tall at 145cm, but his forty-two kilogram body was solid muscle; Kaden would grow into a hulk of a man. For now though, Drex was right, he still fit over a knee even if he didn't like it. He shuffled his way to the man's right, then as he did the last time, gawkily bent himself across Drex's lap. He put the brush aside when his hands hit the floor. This position was uncomfortable by design! His fingers spread out to stabilise himself, his boots skidded a little until he was able to gain purchase and all the blood was rushing to his head, and that was before Drex had landed a single swat!

Drex, as usual, positioned Kade in a way that guaranteed a maximum of exposure. Then he started spanking with his hand. He was not doing it quite as hard and fast as the last time, but then, Kade was going to be across his lap longer. And he still spanked hard enough to get the boy's attention. This time, he did not lecture – and that was something he only dispensed with when he was very seriously displeased. It was abundantly clear, in Drex's opinion, why Kade was receiving this punishment. He had been blatantly disobedient and it had not even been a spur-of-the-moment thing like the last instance of unauthorised sparring. Drex did not see any need to point out the obvious. He simply spanked and spanked and spanked.

As far as Kade was concerned it hurt just as much as he remembered. He clenched his jaw and grit his teeth, however, no matter what he did, it still hurt like a bastard! Of course it did not help that the man was uncharacteristically silent, which was increasing his dread. "Ahhhh!" he hissed, wriggling as Drex started targeting the same spot, he hated it when adults did that, it hurt ten times as much.

Drex was quite unconcerned with Kade's utterances of pain. The spanking was not doing its job, after all, if it didn't hurt. He started focussing his attention almost exclusively on the lowest part of Kade's bottom and on his upper thighs now, and the force of his spanks was not subsiding in the least.

"Owwwww!" far out it hurt! He hissed, grunted, yelped and writhed through the next minute. He was clutching one of the chair legs to stop himself from skidding forwards with each smack. Unfortunately for him, this left his other hand holding all of his weight which was becoming difficult to maintain considering the circumstances.

Drex's palm was starting to feel the exertion, but he was not at the point where he wanted to give it some rest yet. He moved even lower, focussing his attention on Kade's upper thighs exclusively.

Unable to stop himself the boy let out a wail, the arm that was trembling to hold his weight off Drex coming back in an effort to block the next smack. "Master, p-please, I'm sorry, you've made your point! I won't do it again!" he said through gritted teeth, his face flushed from the rush of blood and eyes filled with unshed tears.

"You have thoroughly earned this, and you will take what's coming to you," Drex said mercilessly. "Put your hands in front of you."

He obeyed, albeit reluctantly, and put his free hand back to rest on the floor. He knew he deserved this despite how much it hurt, although he was doing his best to tough it out. He had given up trying to hold his weight off the man and had resorted to fisting the rug in one hand while hanging on to the chair leg for grim death. Again the boy yelped, writhed and grunted until he could stand it no longer and, much to his shame, started crying.

It was at this point that Drex stopped, but only to tell Kaden: "Pick up the hairbrush and give it to me. And then put your hands on your back. I will hold them for you."

Drex very much doubted that Kade was going to be able to keep his hands in front of himself while receiving a solid dose of the hairbrush on his already rather sore bottom, and he did not want to risk hitting the boy's hands accidentally.

By this time Kade was doing his best to squash his cries. Nevertheless, he picked up the brush, twisted awkwardly and placed it in the man's outstretched hand, only to balk at his next order. "N-no! Master, don't! Not like that!" he blurted, releasing his death grip on the chair and planting both palms flat on the floor in front of himself. "You don't have to!"

"You will leave that up to me to decide," Drex told him. "Do as you're told. Any further backtalk or refusal to comply with my instructions will earn you some strokes with my belt after you have received your hairbrush spanking."

Students tended to underestimate Drex; his mild manners, his general friendliness and calmness made them come to the conclusion that the man was quite easy-going. Which he was, up to a certain limit. If that limit was crossed, he was nothing if not strict. And right now, he was on his strictest because if there was one thing he did not want to leave any room for, it was disobedience with respect to the terms of a punishment. Kaden was currently learning this the hard way since in Drex's opinion, there was no easy way to effectively teach that lesson.

"I can't," the boy sobbed, but otherwise did not talk back; it was bad enough that Drex chose to put him across his knee in the first place, let alone having to endure the humiliation of being pinned there like a toddler. The boy's temper flared and he wanted to push himself up, but he controlled it.

"That will be three with the belt, then," said Drex, quite calmly. He brought the hairbrush down onto Kade's bottom twice in quick succession with considerable gusto.

"Your hands," he ordered in a tone of voice that was level, but clearly conveyed the impression that he was not going to back down. Kade still had not got over the habit of thinking that he was the one running the show. He needed to be disabused of that notion.

"AHhhHouchh!" Kaden yelled, his hands flying back to protect himself and, unwittingly, forcing him to comply. Truth be told, he didn't know what was worse, the pronouncement, having Drex pin his hands, or those two smacks. He was fast realising that if he didn't do as he was told, Drex was probably going to continue upping the ante. That was something he wanted to avoid at all costs.

Drex took hold of Kade's hands and pinned them against the boy's back deftly. Then he raised the hairbrush with his right and brought it down again with so much force that the room practically reverberated with the impact. Without giving Kade much of a chance to react, he repeated the process.

"YeoWchhh! Owwah! Master, N-no!" Kade howled. Panicking, he immediately started writhing in an effort to break the man's hold, an impossibility given the position Drex had him pinned into. There was no way he could take much more of that, at least not without completely losing his shit.

Kaden was not in much of a position to tough it out, though; it was a mystery to Drex why he even kept trying, but then, it was nothing new to him that the boy's pride kept getting in his way. He brought the hairbrush down again and again. If the last paddling Kade had received had been hard, this one was harder. Drex did not hold back much, nor did he give the impression that he was about to stop any time soon.

Kade had given up on any notion of toughing it out about five smacks ago, and was now yelling, kicking and struggling worse than any five-year-old youngling. The boy had never felt anything like this before, it was truly awful, and he was doing anything and everything to get his ass away from that brush. It seemed that the more he fought, the more it hurt! It did not take many more before he completely lost it. He hung his head, let his body go limp and howled into Drex's pant leg.

Unlike the last time, Drex did not stop at that point. He dealt out at least ten more swats, and although they were not quite as hard as the previous ones, he doubted that Kade was going to notice the difference, given the state of his bottom. He wanted Kade to really remember this when he next felt tempted to ignore the restrictions his master had set for him, especially since Drex somehow doubted that this was the last time he was going to place restrictions on his padawan's use of a lightsaber. When he was done, he laid the hairbrush onto the table and waited. He did not loosen his hold on Kade's hands yet, however.

Just when the boy was sure he had howled himself hoarse and the Jedi living around them were about to burst through the door expecting to find a body, Drex stopped, not that his bottom could tell. Kade tried pulling himself together, really he did, but it took the boy a solid minute before he had stopped outright bawling and managed to swipe the mass of snot streaming from his nose onto his shoulder. "P-ple-eease. Mast-ter. Lem-me up," he sobbed out through hiccoughing breaths and tried to tug his hands free; he was desperate for the privacy of his room, desperate to get away from the shame and humiliation of being reduced to a bawling youngling.

Unfortunately for Kaden, Drex had raised three padawans and, while being a compassionate person, had gotten over feeling bad about such moments long ago.

"I might have granted that request, had you not made the unwise decision to disobey my explicit instructions, even after having been warned," he said calmly. "I still have three strokes with my belt to mete out. I will release your hands now. You put them on the ground and stay where you are."

"N-no, p-please," Kaden pleaded. There was no way he could take another three of anything flying at his ass, least of all a belt. With his hands now free the boy swiped at the trail of snot that was itching his nose and running into his hair, then put his hands on the ground. "Please. Don't do it. I-I'm sor-ree! I w-won't ever do. I-it again!" he promised, and right then Kade honest to the Force meant every word; he was never going to disobey his master ever again, ever!

"Well, you shouldn't have done it the first time, nor the second," Drex replied, unfazed. "I don't break my promises, padawan. If you don't want additional swats, you simply need to rid yourself of the illusion that you have any say in if and how you are punished."

Much to his horror, Kade let out a heart-broken whine at Drex's words. He had never 'whined' over a punishment before, but neither could he stop himself.

While Drex talked, he had unfastened his belt, detached his saber and utilities, carefully let them slide onto the floor and folded the belt in two.

Kaden tightened up like a drum, his cries starting anew as he saw first one, then another lightsaber slide onto the floor, followed by a pouch of utilities; this was just not happening, he thought. However, the sound of leather being pulled through belt loops convinced him otherwise. It was happening and there wasn't a thing he could do about it.

Not seeing any need to drag this out any further, Drex brought the belt down onto Kade's bottom thrice in quick succession. He did not put all that much force behind the blows, but they were still bound to hurt.

When that first lick landed across his scorched ass, it animated the boy in a way he had never experienced before. He let out a wail that would have been heard three corridors away. That wail mingled into a strangled howl and eventually dissolved into sobbing as the next two connected. It was too much for Kade, he simply couldn't withstand it. His hand flew back in an uncontrolled effort at self-preservation; he really couldn't help it!

Fortunately, by the time Kaden's hand flew back, Drex was already done with the third; he had intentionally dealt them out rather fast because he had known it would be impossible for Kade to maintain his position otherwise.

"Well, that's over with," he said with a sigh. Even though he had no qualms over punishing his padawans when they misbehaved, he did not enjoy having to do it either.

He helped Kaden up, handed him a couple of handkerchiefs and told him: "I want you to pick a corner, put your nose in it and think about why you just earned such a harsh punishment. Five minutes. I'll tell you when your time is up."

By the time Drex was helping him up, Kaden was once again bawling. Nevertheless he accepted the ball of handkerchiefs and, without meeting the man's eye, kicked off his trousers and shorts. He was in a world of hurt right now and, modesty be damned, nothing was touching his ass, not even his undershorts.

Pick a CORNER!? He had to be joking! Fuck, he wasn't joking. Fortunately for Kaden, he was bawling too much to voice his horror, and, well, hiding his face in a corner was preferable to bawling his eyes out in front of Drex, even if the man couldn't see his face.

Drex was entirely aware that the only thing Kaden currently wanted was to flee to his room and hide, but Drex did not want him to do that before the punishment had well and truly sunk in.

Kade had just experienced the hiding of his life and as far as he was concerned, it was never going to happen again. Not ever! Hence, and despite feeling like he was being treated like a two year old, he obeyed.

It was hard to stand, especially when his ass seemed to have developed its very own heartbeat. It took quite some effort to keep his hands at his sides, but he managed, even if he was fidgeting.

Drex did not mind fidgeting, nor was he usually one for making his adolescent padawans stand in a corner, not even for the symbolic period of five minutes. In this particular case, though, he felt that Kaden needed to be shown his place. He was not a grown-up man yet and was not going to be one for quite a few years to come; he should not be allowed to pretend that he was. Refusing Kaden the privilege of withdrawing to his room and hiding from the humiliation of the whole situation simply served to drive this point home.

When the five minutes were up, he told Kaden: "You may go to your room now if you wish. For half an hour. When I knock on your door, I expect you back in the common room."

By the time Kade was released from the corner his face was burning with shame; Drex was treating him like a youngling when in fact he was a man, or so he had thought. Truth was, he felt anything but manly as he grabbed his shorts and trousers from the floor and limped into his bedroom, red-faced and sniffling.

Like last time, once safely in the privacy of his room, Kade fell onto the bed and cried into his pillow. He had known it was wrong to disobey, but had honestly not expected anything like this, especially from his easy-going, placid master. He twisted to inspect the state of his bottom and winced: t was bright red all over with three distinct welts, and it hurt like nothing else. "Ahhhh!" the boy hissed quietly. The skin was beginning to itch in places and his scorched pain receptors were firing off randomly, causing him to wince.

Rubbing was absolutely out of the question. He pulled off his tunic, walked into his refresher and flicked the shower to cold; the boy would swear that actual steam rose as the water hit his ass. It was soothing, though, so he stayed in for a bit longer than he might have otherwise, then took his time finding the most comfortable pair of sleep pants he owned, discarding several pairs before finding the ones he was looking for. He gave his hair a rough towel dry, leaving the top a spiky mess, then redid his braid.

He was just about to slump back onto his bed to sulk when Drex knocked at his door. The boy groaned. He didn't want to face his master yet; he wasn't ready. Sighing, he stood, because if there was one thing he wasn't going to do ever again, it was disobey Drex.

Drex was sitting in an armchair. He said: "I assume you don't feel like sitting; lie down on the sofa if you like. It's not as if I can see you anyway. I want to talk to you, though. Before we get to the rest of your punishment, I would like to know whether you have any idea why I'm coming down on you so hard."

Kade stood stiffly. Of course he knew his master did not see him physically, but after they had formed their training bond, Drex did have an uncanny ability to sense his actions, something that the boy was not used to. He balked at hearing that Drex planned to punish him further, but it wasn't the first time he'd received an extended punishment; his crèche master thought they were particularly effective.

Kade blew out a long breath. "Because I disobeyed," he said quietly, swiping sweaty palms against his sleep pants before wrapping them around his bare chest, as if the action would somehow help hold him together.

Drex was silent for a moment. He was not regretful over the punishment he was meting out, but that was no reason not to offer comfort. Thus, he rose and hugged Kade against his chest.

"Padawan, you were forbidden from using a lightsaber for a reason," he said quietly. "It was your punishment for engaging in an unauthorised lightsaber duel. If you are punished in such a way, you are supposed to accept that punishment and learn from it. Your refusal to do so showed me that you were not taking it seriously at all. So I decided to mete out a punishment that you will not be able to forget that easily. Do you understand?"

For once Kaden didn't simply accept the offered comfort, he really appreciated it, and even if only for a moment, the boy was able to bury his head in Drex's tunic and forget that he was too old for this sort of thing. "I know, and yes, I understand," Kade sighed, and reluctantly pushed away from his master's embrace. "I really am sorry, Master, I should have dealt with it differently," he concluded, lowering his gaze to the floor.

"Yes, you should have," Drex agreed, resting a friendly hand on Kade's shoulder. "Apology accepted. I sincerely hope you don't do something like this again because, believe me, I won't go one bit easier on you if you do."

Kade smiled very slightly at the comradely hand on his shoulder and was relieved to hear Drex accepted his apology, but he did not comment. Firstly, he couldn't imagine ever enduring anything like this again and secondly, he honestly felt bad for having disobeyed.

"As for the rest of your punishment," Drex continued. "I've already told you that I'm going to keep your saber for two weeks longer than I would otherwise have. Furthermore, since you exploited the unsupervised free time I gave you today, there will be no unsupervised free time for a week. During that week, you will be grounded and will perform community service in every free hour, including the weekend. And I know perfectly well that's a lot of punishment, so you needn't point it out to me."

Kade almost choked.

"But, every free hour! Master, for Force's sake! I'm really sorry that I disobeyed you and I won't ever do it again. But, I'm never gonna sit down as it is, and I have to suffer another two weeks of torture with no lightsaber, don't you think that's enough without taking away the last little bit of enjoyment I had left!" It wasn't really a question; the boy was horrified and couldn't imagine surviving another two weeks, let alone having the first week become nothing more than schoolwork and torture. He crossed his arms, his back becoming rigid with what he perceived as a great injustice.

There was a lot that Drex might have said to that. For one thing, it was not two, but two-and-a-half weeks, actually, because Kade still had a few days of his original sentence left. And he was going to be able to sit down perfectly well once Drex helped him out with some bacta, which he was going to do tonight. And if the whole punishment turned out to be horrifying, it would offer an excellent incentive for Kade not to disobey Drex's orders again. However, Drex voiced none of these thoughts for now. He merely said mildly: "Kaden, march yourself back to the corner and put your nose in it. We can continue this talk when you are ready to be respectful."

Kade's fists balled at his sides, and he clenched his jaw.

"Corner time is for younglings, I am NOT a youngling," he protested, but nevertheless stomped towards the corner as told. It was becoming increasingly obvious to the boy that his master did not deem him as grown-up as he felt.

"Well, you are not an adult yet, that much is certain," Drex said drily. "The sooner you accept that fact, the easier your life is going to be." He went to the kitchen to make some tea, letting his padawan stew in the corner for a while.

The boy bristled, his fists still clenched and back ramrod-straight as he placed his nose in the corner for the second time that day. He stood there for a few minutes before turning his head towards the sounds coming from their kitchen, and kicked at the wall in frustration. He was losing his temper!

"Stop kicking," Drex said firmly, but he otherwise did not seem to pay any attention to Kaden. His padawan was going to stay in the corner until he settled down and showed some contrition. Drex, in the meanwhile, strained his tea, sat down at the table, put on his earphones and continued listening to the report he had started on when Jin-Dai had called.

Kade wanted to pitch a fit the likes of which he'd never managed before, however, much to his horror, just as he was about to let loose, a sniffle escaped instead, and he thumped his head into the wall; he was tired of being punished, tired of being controlled and tired of being treated like a baby. He started crying quietly into the corner, once again feeling every bit like the youngling he was so desperate to leave behind.

Drex sighed, got up, stepped up behind Kade and pulled him into a hug. "Just let it go," he said softly. "Just accept it. You are not in control, and you won't be for quite some time to come. Even when you are knighted, you won't be; not entirely, anyway. This is what you have chosen for yourself. Don't make it so hard on yourself."

Although Kade tried keeping his cries to himself, when Drex approached the boy did his best to put a lid on it. However, the last thing he expected was to be pulled into a hug. "I don't want control, I just don't wanna be treated like a youngling," he sniffled, swiping at his nose with a sleeve. Although as the words left his mouth, they suddenly didn't sound as good as they had in theory; to Drex he probably was a youngling...

"Aww, c'mon, stop lying to yourself," Drex said quietly. "You are treated like a youngling because that's what you are, and you yearn for more control than you have. Well, you have seen what comes out of that, and I doubt you enjoyed it – or will enjoy it much over the coming weeks. Now, you can either struggle against it every step of the way, which is likely to earn you even more punishment, or you can accept it and try to learn from it."

Kade wanted to complain that Drex was being too harsh, that he couldn't take it, and that he had nothing left to be taken away even if he did earn more punishment, but knew what sort of response this would get him so kept it to himself. "How much longer do I have to stay in the corner?" he asked, his tone resigned and shoulders slumping.

"Until you are ready to lose the attitude and stop complaining," Drex said calmly. "How about you reflect on your own behaviour for a change, instead of mine?"

"Alright," Kade replied in resignation, turning to face the corner once again. He hated this, although it wasn't like he had much else to be doing, especially now with every hour of his free time devoted to either community service, homework or some other chore the man came up with. He stood there wallowing in self-pity for a while before the pain in his bottom began making it hard to stay still and he started to calm down.

"Are you ready to talk to me respectfully?" Drex finally asked, sensing that Kade had calmed down somewhat. True repentance was probably too much to expect right now.

"Yes, Master. Sorry" the boy replied. "Can I come out now?" he wanted to know, his sore backside was making standing in one spot more of a chore than it would usually be.

"You may," Drex replied. "I take it you still have school work to do?"

He thought this highly likely since the boy would have had no time to do his homework yet today, but he wanted to make sure.

"A bit, but I'll go do it now," Kade said, guessing that this was what Drex was getting at. Truth be told, he figured it was going to take more than a few minutes of good behaviour on his part to be back in the man's good books, so he took off without protest.

"Yes, go ahead," Drex replied. If the boy was good, Drex was not going to make him start on his community service this very evening; they could do chores in their quarters together and perform an extended evening meditation instead.

In fact, there were different categories of community service, from relatively light and enjoyable tasks (such as reading to sick children or helping the gardeners prune trees and bushes) to outright nasty one (such as scrubbing down fountains or cleaning muck off spaceships). What kind of service Kade would have to perform would depend a lot on him and his behaviour, and Drex explained as much to Kaden when they had dinner. Kade was able to sit by then, thanks to bacta and to a pillow Drex had provided him with.

Still feeling a little embarrassed at sitting on a pillow, but no less grateful, Kade listened to what Drex had to say about the community service. "I guess I only have one question left," he stated sheepishly, a slight grin on his face. "Which category of community service have you signed me up for?"